Telling it like it was …

Six Sentence Sunday

Here we go again – click here to see the Six Sunday site where this week one hundred and eighty three authors have signed up to show six sentences of their published works or WIPs. Click on that link and a whole world of fiction will open up for you – eveything from gritty dystopian futures, or pasts, action adventures in strange places, and familiar ones, Love stories where girls lust for boys, boys sigh for girls, and a big hairy warrior picks a wild rose bud to tuck in the shoulder brooch of a dearly beloved shield brother.

But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself there.

My six this week is, as usual, from A Fierce Reaping. Cynfal needs armour, Gwion has some. Cynfal has very little to trade but Gwion is comely, lonely and looks like he needs a good seeing to. A solution that should solve all their problems suggests itself.

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Cynfal had been into Gwion’s home, had seen the bed he had shared with his dead lover. As he left, he took care not to look back this time because to do so, he felt would be pushy. Or perhaps the attention might give Gwion the feeling that despite being damaged he was still worthy and that might help things along?
He couldn’t decide and, by the time he had made up his mind, Gwion was out of sight again with only the sweet drift of notes to show he was there at all. Cynfal scowled. It was so much simpler when all one wanted was a good time – seduction as a means to an end was too much like hard work.

Thanks, Heather.🙂
Needs must. At one time Cynfal would have solved the armour problem by looting a body on a battlefield or laying in wait with a cosh. Giving good value in return for what he wants is progress.

lol! That’s a great last line, Elin. If I hadn’t read other parts and gotten to know something about Cynfal, that line might make me think he’s nothing but a jerk–but it makes total sense in context. (plus I’m betting Cynfal wants both things equally, whether he admits it or not)